The Deal
by Crystal2222
Summary: Connor's injury spurs Jenny and Abby to rethink the non-relationships in their lives.
1. Chapter 1

The Deal

Synopsis: Connor's injury spurs Jenny and Abby to rethink their non-relationships in their lives. Connor/Abby and Nick/Jenny

Spoilers: Up until 3.2

Note: I'm trying to include British vocabulary whenever I can, but I apologize if I screw up or use the wrong words in places!

Abby popped open a Coke and sank into the plastic chair in the break room. Her feet were killing her. After twelve hours of herding a gryposaurus back through the anomaly at a steel mill, traipsing over concrete and metal flooring, going up and down stairs, and crawling under machinery, she just wanted to soak them in a tub for eight hours. Instead, she propped them on the chair opposite her and sipped. She could feel the bubbly liquid go all the way down her throat. It was like heaven.

Jenny stuck her head in the room. "You're still here. Why don't you go home? Lester doesn't care if we do the paperwork tomorrow."

Abby curled her head in a circle, stretching her neck. "I think I'm too tired to go home. And thirsty." She downed another swig of her Coke.

Jenny sighed and fished in her pocket for loose change. "I know what you mean. Next time, I'm bringing a cooler and some protein bars. Want some crisps?"

"Please."

Jenny bought two bags of Doritos and a Mountain Dew for herself and plopped into a chair next to Abby, stretching her legs out onto the opposite chair.

They munched in a comfortable silence for a while.

"How's Connor?" asked Jenny after they'd satisfied the worst of their hunger pangs. "I bet he can't wait to hear all about gryposaurus."

Abby sighed. "Don't remind me. I'll be up half the night giving him every last detail. A bored Connor is not something you want to be around when you're exhausted."

Jenny chuckled. "I bet. He exhausts me just by looking at him sometimes."

"Me too!" It had been four weeks, since Connor had broken his wrist and fractured two ribs during a particularly nasty incursion in an abandoned warehouse. Connor hadn't been injured by the ankylosaurid as it raced around old rotten boxes and metal shelves, though. He'd been injured when he'd stepped on what looked like solid flooring, only to discover that some flattened cardboard had covered what amounted to a hole in the floor. An opening, actually, to an abandoned petrol tank. Due to the confusion of the hunt, it had been a couple of hours before anyone started looking for him seriously. And another hour after that before they found him.

Abby remembered Becker's panicked call—well, panicked for Becker anyway. "I found Connor, and he's hurt. Get some medics here now."

Abby had been on the other side of the warehouse. By the time she raced to the opening, Cutter and Jenny were already there, shining their torches down a hole that was less than a meter wide.

"How is he?" she asked breathlessly. "Can I see?"

Cutter ignored her. He stuck his head farther into the hole, but Becker grabbed the back of his jacket and hauled him away from the opening.

"Do you want to be rescued too?" said Becker, glaring at Cutter. "Stay back."

Jenny stooped and shone her torch into the opening. "Just stay still, Connor, okay? Rescue workers are on their way now. They'll get you out soon. Would you like some water or anything?"

Apparently Connor told her no because she said "hang tight" and stood up again.

"Is he hurt?" asked Abby. When no one replied, she grabbed Cutter's arm and forced him to turn toward her. "Is he hurt?" She heard her voice shake as she asked, but the lack of information was really starting to worry her.

"Of course he's hurt," barked Cutter. "What do you think? He fell twenty feet onto a steel floor. He's lucky he's alive. Who the hell covers a hole with a piece of cardboard, anyway?"

Abby blinked as tears sprang to her eyes. "How bad?"

Cutter's face softened, and he put an arm around her shoulders, squeezing briefly. "I don't think it's too bad. His wrist and side hurt. But he's walking around and the first thing he asked me is if we got the creature back through."

"Typical Connor," said Abby, wiping her face. "Can I talk to him?"

"Sure, but be careful." Cutter leaned close and whispered in her ear. "I can't be responsible for what Becker will do if you end up there with him."

Abby nodded.

Cutter gestured to Jenny and the two of them stepped away to talk quietly. Becker watched Abby as she knelt a half a meter away from the hole. When she glanced at him, he nodded approvingly, but looked ready to grab her if he needed to.

Abby shone the light into the opening. It took a moment of swinging it around before she saw Connor sitting on the sloped floor of the tank. His knees were drawn up to his chest and he was resting his right arm across them as if it needed to be protected.

"Hey you," she called down.

He glanced up and squinted into the light. Abby moved it down a little so it was out of his eyes. "Abby?" His voice was hoarse and he cleared his throat.

She swung the light up to her own face, so he could see it before moving it back into the opening. "Yeah, it's me. How're you doing?"

"Oh, you know. Other than a broken wrist and being coated in petrol, pretty good. You?"

For some reason Abby couldn't fathom, his joke brought a lump to his throat. "I'm okay."

"Want to come down for a visit?"

"I would, but Becker would kill me and then he'd kill you."

Connor chuckled and cleared his throat again.

"What's wrong with your voice?" she asked.

He shrugged. "After I fell, I shouted for help . . . a lot . . . well, constantly actually. But I guess sound can't really travel out of the tank. Started to wonder if you guys were all right up there. Then I started to wonder how long I'd be stuck in here or even if I'd get out at all." He swallowed. "Realized I don't much like petrol tanks. I could live with the smell, but it needs a lamp or something, maybe a beanbag chair. Not very cozy, are they?"

Abby wished she could give him a big hug right now. "When we get back home, I'll make you a cuppa, yeah? And I'll put lemon in it for your throat."

He smiled up at her. "Sounds lovely." Then he leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

Abby just sat and watched him for a while, wondering if she should stay there or not. Before she could decide, someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Abby," said Becker, "the fire brigade is here."

She stepped back, and along with the rest of the Arc team, she watched the rescuers lower a ladder into the opening. Time passed as the rescuers did something down below, presumably assessing Connor's injuries. Eventually, Abby saw Connor climb up the ladder one-handed while a rescue worker followed close behind him. Connor's right arm was in a sling and secured to his body. At the top, rescuers carefully helped him off the ladder and onto a gurney. He held his good hand against his side as if that was sore too.

There was something odd about his appearance, and it took Abby a moment to realize what it was. He was covered in brownish-black petrol. It was all over his yellow hoodie, his face, his jeans, probably in his hair. It had probably ruined all of his clothes.

Once he was lying down, Abby started to rush to his side, but Cutter curled his fingers around her arm and whispered "let them do their job." When Connor was wheeled out of the warehouse, they followed it into the parking lot and squinted in the light. It was still early afternoon, even though it felt like it should be the middle of the night after the darkness of the warehouse, and Abby felt disoriented.

After the ambulance rode away, Cutter turned to everyone. "Okay, okay. Despite Connor's accident, we did a good job today. We saved a creature, sent it back to its own time, and probably saved lives of people here as well. Just remember that when Lester starts cracking down on safety violations tomorrow and pestering us with all that other bureaucratic nonsense he likes to spout. So now let's—"

"I want to go to the hospital," blurted Abby.

Cutter turned to her, his eyes kind. "Of course. Jenny, why don't you go with her. That way you can answer any awkward questions about why he was walking around here, make sure no one thinks he was trespassing. That's all we need is for the law to get involved."

Jenny nodded. "What about you?"

Cutter made a face and sighed. "I will fill in Lester."

"And I'll finish securing the area around here," said Becker, already turning around to give orders to his own men.

Jenny drove as quickly as she could to the hospital without drawing the attention of the police. She felt pretty sure Connor would be fine eventually, at least she hoped so, but he'd looked so small and lost as he'd climbed on the gurney that she worried her assessment might be wrong.

She wasn't as worried as Abby, apparently, who just stared out the window and absently chewed on a fingernail. An image of Cutter sitting broken at the bottom of a long dark hole entered her mind, and she had to force it away. Dealing with Cutter and her feelings for him and possibly his feelings for her just made her head hurt.

She didn't envy being Abby right now. "You okay?" asked Jenny, glancing her way.

Abby started and pulled her hand away from her mouth. "Oh yeah, just worried. I'm sure he'll be fine, yeah?"

"He will be. Connor's tough, and he didn't seem too badly injured." Jenny tried to exude a confidence she wasn't sure she actually felt.

"Yeah, I suppose." Abby turned back to the window.

"So," said Jenny after a moment, needing to distract herself during the long drive to the hospital. And she figured Abby could use the distraction too. "Remember when you said that I shouldn't wait for the man to make the first move, that I'd die of old age?"

Abby sat straighter in her seat as she turned to face Jenny. "Yeah, go on. Did you make a move on Cutter?"

Jenny laughed. "What makes you think it would be Cutter?"

Abby snorted. "I've got eyes, don't I? Who else would it be, Lester?"

They both giggled. "Well, you're right. Of all the infuriating men to fall for, I had to pick the one who'd win the top prize."

"So what'd you do?"

"I asked him if he wanted to get a coffee."

"And?"

"He said yes. We went to a quaint coffee house around the corner from where I live, had a very nice conversation, and he walked me home. Then nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. That was two weeks ago. I'm growing old, fast."

Jenny could see a crease form between Abby's brows as she considered this. "Well, he either doesn't like you that way, which I don't believe. I've seen the way he looks at you sometimes, and it's not how he looks at anyone else. Or he's completely clueless. Maybe you should ask him to do something more obvious, like a romantic dinner?"

"Maybe. It gets tricky, doesn't it, when you work with the man you've fallen for."

"Tell me about it," muttered Abby.

Jenny gave her a sly look. "How about you? Made any moves on Connor yet?"

Abby glanced at her in surprise. "How'd you know it's Connor. Oh, never mind. I guess I'm pretty obvious, huh?"

"Only to someone with eyes."

Abby snorted. "How come these things are never obvious to the men?"

"Abby," said Jenny as she rolled her eyes. "If I had the answer to that, I'd write a bestseller and never work in an office again."

"Good point."

"So go on, what kind of moves have you made on Connor?"

Abby squirmed a little in her seat and adjusted the seat belt away from her neck. "I've been extra nice to him when he wants to watch a particularly horrid scifi movie. And I made popcorn two nights in a row. And I didn't yell at him for leaving his socks next to the couch."

Jenny tried not to laugh out loud. "Abby, that's, well, that's really lame. At least I asked Cutter to do something different with me. You're Connor's roommate, how's he supposed to know that letting him choose a movie is a romantic overture. Or that NOT yelling at him means something special."

"I know." She sighed loudly. "But if you think it's hard falling for a guy you work with, try falling for someone you work with, live with, and who's been your best pal for the last two years. I just don't want to ruin things between us."

"I don't think that's possible."

They lapsed into silence as Jenny turned onto the road leading to the hospital. When she stopped at a red light, she turned to Abby. "Tell you what, after Connor gets better, the two of us will plan something that'll, I don't know, make these men look at us a little differently. What do you say?"

Abby shook her head, smiling slightly. "Sure, why not. We could go on a double date or something."

Jenny giggled at the image of Cutter and Connor on a double date. "Well, maybe not that, but something else. I don't know what, but we'll figure it out. Deal?" She held out her hand.

Abby hesitated, then gave Jenny's hand a quick shake. "All right. Deal."


	2. Chapter 2

Abby swallowed the last of her Coke and swung her legs down from the chair. "I suppose I better get going. If I'm in luck, Connor'll have leftovers in the fridge and maybe a cup of tea'll be waiting for me when I get home."

Jenny snickered.

"What?"

"You sound like a married couple, you know."

Abby rolled her eyes. "Are you going to give me a hard time about this now?"

Jenny seemed to think about it for a moment as she drank some Mountain Dew. "I think I am, yes."

"Well, the teasing can go both ways, you know."

Jenny looked at her from under her eyelashes. "Nick and I had coffee again. Twice."

"And you're just telling me this now?" Abby gave her a mock glare.

"Well, it's the same old story. Lovely conversation, nice walk home, and then nothing." She sighed.

"Who asked who?"

"He asked me, and then I asked him again."

"We've been awfully busy with incursions lately, yeah?" said Abby. "He's probably just busy."

"It's more than that. He's sad about Stephen and blames himself for the whole Helen fiasco. Not that he actually talks to me about this stuff directly, mind you, at least not directly, but I can tell."

Abby reached over and patted her arm. "It sounds like he needs time. You just need to be there when he's ready and then remind him that you're not Helen."

"I suppose, but it's easier said than done." She frowned at her can of soda for a moment, then glanced at Abby. "You and Connor don't need any time, though, do you?"

"Oi, it's back to me again?" Abby pushed her chair back and threw her can into the recycling bin.

"The deal, remember?"

Abby winced. "I was hoping you hadn't."

"Abby! We said we'd make some plans."

"All right, all right. But maybe tomorrow or next week, okay? Connor's still recovering. Talk to you later." And with that, Abby dashed out the door and down the hall. As she went, she heard Jenny call, "I thought you said he was exhausting you!"

As Abby hurried to her car, she found herself practically running and forced herself to slow down. What was the matter with her? Why did she have an overwhelming urge to avoid Jenny's questions about her and Connor, to even talk about how their relationship, such as it was?

She did want something more with him, didn't she? She felt that flush of warmth flood through her body when his hands brushed hers, and when he did something particularly sweet, like bring home her favorite biscuits for no reason at all, and when he dashed from the shower to his room in nothing but a towel, his skin glistening with drops of water, hair slick against his head.

When had Connor gotten muscles? she'd found herself wondering more than once. He looked so slim under his clothes that she'd never guessed he was so fit underneath it all, all lean and wiry. Abby used to think she preferred men with more bulk. Men like Stephen. But there was something sexy about how no one else but her knew how nice he looked without clothes.

Yet there were other times, different times, like when they sat around in sweats and t-shirts, arguing over which shows to watch, or when she discovered he'd used the last of the toilet paper and hadn't replaced the roll, or when they argued over whose turn it was to clean the kitchen floor. He felt more like a brother to her then, a buddy, a pal.

A really good pal, to be sure, and maybe the best she'd ever had. Sometimes they opened a bottle of wine on a Friday night after a long day with creatures and talked about anything and everything until the wine was gone and their heads rested against the back of the couch. Sometimes, when the topics got particularly intense or personal, they huddled closer together and she put her legs over his, while he rested his hand on her knee.

It had been easier to think about doing something with Connor when he'd first been injured a month ago. It was funny how fear had made her want to take risks that she was reluctant to take now.

Abby remembered walking into the emergency department of the hospital with Jenny, and coming to a full stop in the crowded waiting room, unsure what to do next. Jenny had taken charge, thank God, and led the way to a receptionist. Abby followed in her wake, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole experience. Stephen's death wasn't very long ago, and though Connor wasn't that badly injured, it was way too easy to connect the two events.

"Yes?" said a heavyset woman behind the reception desk, barely glancing up.

Abby watched Jenny put on her most professional demeanor. With a self-assured smile, she explained that they were looking for a young man named Connor Temple who had been brought in via ambulance.

The woman checked her computer and directed them down a hall and into a large open area. A bustling nurses' station was the hub with hallways leading off in two directions, filled with curtained rooms. Jenny asked for directions and soon they stood outside Connor's room.

Abby pulled the curtain aside and peaked in. He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet dangling off the side, looking kind of lost. The nurse was cutting the sleeve of his yellow hoodie on his bad arm while Connor scrunched up his face in anticipation of pain. Or maybe it was real pain.

"Hi," said Abby, "can we come in or should we wait out here?"

Connor glanced up and gave her a tentative smile. "Hi," he said.

"I'm just about done," said the nurse. "My name is Mary. Are you his girlfriend?"

"What? No, we're flatmates," said Abby quickly. She introduced the two of them.

"She's my coworker," added Connor with an edge to his voice. He fixed his eyes on his broken arm, his jaw thrust forward.

If Abby didn't know better, she'd have thought Connor was angry with her. But it didn't make sense. They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Why should she say they were?

"Abby," hissed Jenny in her ear, "that is not the way to get him to see you differently."

Abby scowled and glared first at Connor for being too sensitive, then at Jenny for pushing her like that. She plopped down in the lone visitor's chair and crossed her legs, trying to get her temper under control.

Maybe she should cancel this stupid deal of Jenny's. It was going to be way too hard and probably end up with one of them getting hurt, probably her, the way her luck went with guys.

Mary certainly didn't help Abby's temper. She was young and pretty with hazel eyes and auburn hair that she'd pulled into a cute knot. She touched Connor a lot as she finished cutting off the ruined sleeve. She helped him remove the rest of the jacket and asked, "Would you like to keep this or should I throw it out?"

Connor shrugged and then winced. "Throw it out. It looks ruined." He shot Jenny a quick grin. "Think Lester will reimburse me?"

Jenny leaned forward and gave his knee a squeeze. "I'll see what I can do."

Mary tucked his good hand under her arm as she took his pulse and blood pressure.

When she was finished, she tossed her stethoscope around her neck and looked at Jenny and Abby. "I was just telling Connor before you came in that it was a good thing he didn't fall on his face. I'd hate to see such a cutie-pie like him get messed up." She winked at Connor, who flushed red from his shirt collar all the way to his hairline.

Jenny laughed quietly. "There are some girls back at work who will be awfully glad about that as well. Right, Abby?"

Abby found her mouth hanging open as she stared at Jenny. What girls at work? She'd have to ask Jenny about this at the first opportunity. When she noticed everyone waiting for her reply, she quickly said, "Right."

Connor glanced at her and met her eyes so fast Abby wasn't sure it had happened. Had this been her cue to say how cute she thought he was? If so, it had gone right over her head once again.

"The doctor will be in shortly," said Mary. "Would you like a warm blanket, Connor?"

It wasn't until Connor said that a blanket would be lovely that Abby noticed he was shivering. She fought a sudden urge to beat Mary to the linen closet so she could be the one to tuck him in. But it wasn't to be. Mary popped out and returned with a thick white blanket. She helped Connor settle back on the bed with a pillow under his arm. She laid the blanket over him all the way up to his chin.

"Better?" she asked, smoothing it down over his chest.

"Yeah, thanks," he said.

As she finally left the room, Abby noticed him looking in her direction much longer than he would've if she'd been ugly or old. Abby decided that she hated Mary. She also decided that she hated all of the women Jenny had talked about at the Arc, the ones who wanted Connor to remain cute. And for good measure, she was starting to hate Jenny for making her think about all of this stuff in the first place.


	3. Chapter 3

When the doctor came in to examine Connor, Jenny pulled Abby out into the hall.

"He seems to be in good hands." Jenny nodded in Connor's direction. "So I'm heading back to the Arc to fill in Lester and everyone. Are you going to be okay here?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Abby knew she should be worrying about more important things, like the extent of Connor's injuries, but one thing kept sticking in her mind. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"When you said there were a lot of girls back at the Arc who would be happy to know Connor was still, well, cute, you were kidding, right?"

Jenny laughed and shook her head. "Of course not. Girls are always asking me about him."

Abby felt her mouth drop open as she stared at Jenny. "They are? No one's ever asked me, and I'm his flat mate."

Jenny sighed. "Abby, that's because they think you're his girlfriend. You're the competition. Connor's quite the catch."

"He is?" Sure, he was one of the sweetest, most generous, and bravest guys she'd ever met. But she'd never thought other girls might think so too. Girls, plural. More than one.

"For heaven's sake, Abby," said Jenny with some a huff of exasperation. "You know how smart and funny he is. And he's almost always in a good mood and friendly to everyone. Plus he's handsome."

"Handsome? Connor?" Abby pictured him in his typical t-shirt and hoodie, or waistcoat and hat, hair going every which way. She gave Jenny a skeptical look.

"Abby, come here." Jenny tugged aside the curtain so they could peek into Connor's room. The doctor was examining his arm and shoulder while Connor watched intensely. "Look beyond the clothes, well, the grime from today. He has thick, gorgeous hair, big brown eyes that I've heard can make you melt. He has a really strong jawline and that cute dimple. The girls at the Arc are always mentioning the dimple."

"They are?" Abby stared at him, seeing nothing she hadn't seen a million times before. Yet somehow it wasn't the same at all. "He's always been cute," she said slowly.

"Not cute, handsome," said Jenny. She stepped back into the hallway and pulled Abby with her. "I'm not kidding. You need to stop looking at him like a pal and see him how strangers see him."

"It's just," said Abby, trying to put her thoughts in order, "I've known him so long that I can't help picturing the guy he was when I first met him. You didn't know him then, Jenny, but he was super skinny, and he wore thrift-store clothes a couple of sizes too big, and he always said the wrong thing at the wrong time."

"That was a couple of years ago," said Jenny. "You were both young. I bet you've changed too."

"Yeah, I guess we both have at that." She scrubbed her face with her hands as thoughts swirled around and around in her head. She hadn't been worried about taking things slow with Connor, but now she was, and it was annoying as hell.

"It's all so confusing sometimes," she confessed. " I don't want anyone else to be with Connor, but I'm not sure I want to be with him either, sometimes. We can't just date, yeah? We know each other too well. It'll be all or nothing with him."

Jenny gave her a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about it now. You'll figure it out. I just wanted to let you know that you can't wait forever. Don't underestimate him. And now, I'm going to stop lecturing you."

Abby chuckled. "It did start to feel like that, didn't it?"

"I'll call later to see how he's doing, okay? And I'll have someone deliver your car so you don't have to worry about it."

As Abby thanked her, Jenny gave Abby a hug and then hurried down the hall and around the corner.

-XXX-

Back in the Present Day …

After Abby practically ran out of the break room, Jenny finished the rest of her soda and crisps and gave herself a long, luxurious stretch in the break room. As her back popped in a wonderful release of tension, she let out a moan, thinking about how she'd gotten under Abby's skin. It was fun to poke and prod her, and it took her mind off her own romantic problems, such as they were.

"Long day?" asked Cutter.

Jenny jumped. She quickly brought her arms down and straightened her shirt from where it had ridden up above the waistband of her trousers. Cutter was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and a wry smile on his face.

"Do you always sneak up on people like that?" she asked him. She got up and tossed out her garbage, trying to steady her racing heart.

"Should I knock before I come into the break room then?" He fished in his pocket for change, popped some coins in the soda machine, and selected a Coke.

"No, of course not. Just make some noise or something."

"Okay, next time I'll stomp in here like Connor when he's in a hurry."

The two of them smiled at the image of Cutter running through the halls the way Connor did, all elbows and knees like a newly born colt learning to walk for the first time.

"Speaking of next time. The next anomaly, we're bringing food and drinks with us," Jenny said, watching his gulp down his soda. "Our working conditions are inhuman."

"Inhuman? Really?" He leaned against the wall, and Jenny caught herself staring at the way his lean form filled out his t-shirt and the way his unkept hair was practically begging her to run her fingers through it and put it in some sort of order. Of course, if she did that, then he wouldn't look like Cutter, would he?

Cutter snapped his fingers. "Jenny, are you still in there?"

Jenny blinked and forced her thoughts back to their conversation, willing herself not to blush. She was off her game, probably from lack of food. "Yes, inhuman," she said, briskly. "Maybe you can go all day without eating or drinking, but the rest of us need sustenance."

He chuckled. "Okay, we'll look into it tomorrow. Maybe Becker can put together some sort of army rations or something for us that are always packed and ready to go. I don't know. It's too late to do any planning now."

They lapsed into silence, and Jenny wondered if this was one of those moments she was always prodding Abby about, one where you had to do something obvious because the man wouldn't know to do it himself. She decided to go for it.

"I'm too tired to cook tonight," she said, "so I was thinking of getting take-away or just going to a pub for a sandwich. How about you?"

Cutter shrugged. "Hadn't given it much thought. Right now, a beer sounds good. I think I have some in my fridge at home."

Jenny was proud of herself for not rolling her eyes at him. "You know, I've heard a rumor that you can buy a beer in a pub. Care to join me? You can drink while I eat."

She could see the gears actually turning in his brain. His smile slowly morphed into a grin. "I've hear that rumor too. Would it be okay if I got a sandwich along with my beer?"

Jenny laughed. "I don't see why not."

As they headed out of the break room to the parking garage, they decided on a place that wasn't too far away called the Four Lions. As Jenny turned toward her car in order to meet him there, he grabbed her elbow and steered her in another direction.

"I'll drive," he said. His hand slid to the small of her back as he guided her to his parking space on the other side of the garage. Jenny's stomach did a little twist in a good way as he unlocked her door for her and then closed it as if they were on a real date.

"I'm glad you suggested this," said Cutter as turned on the engine and pulled away. Then he did something remarkable and entirely unexpected. He reached over and gave her knee a squeeze.

Jenny finally did blush, but it was dark outside, and Cutter was watching the road, so she didn't try to force it away. "Me too," she said.


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